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Scribble tells a story

Posted: July 15, 2015 in poem, poetry

A little less bend matters,
A broken flow knows.
A tilt shatters,
A pause waiting – floating in the eyes –
For a rush to complete…

A crossed boundary.
A whiff of air,

There is a meaning. There is a story.


Look at the maid
Scrubbing paint off the floor.
What difference does it make,
Because she will anyway get paid?

What difference does it make
If, satisfaction, she cannot spell?
She will get it still;
I can only fake.

Time is moving,
I cannot stop,
As the sand
Slips away from my hand
And I can not hold;
What to do?
What to do?
I  loved you,
But could not help you;
My efforts were not enough;
So I was of no use.
It is good you chose others,
And moved forward with time;
But I could not;
What to do now?
I could not hold the time
And it slipped away;
What to do?
I am now of no use;
What to do?

Why is everything not optimum?
Where is the equilibrium?
Why is the formula impractical?
Where is the solution simple?
Why not be ideal
Where it is real?

Soon or late,
Huffy or happy,
It is all the same.
Or is it?
In the slower lane.


Posted: May 16, 2014 in haiku, happiness, personal, poem, poetry, self composed

Enjoy scoldings for
Lazying in scattered room;
Enjoy being home.

wpid-render_of_a_clock_by_poultrychamp-d60y5eo.pngThe hour hand of a clock-
Shorter yet unenvious,
Slower yet continuous,
Always connected with the other,
Incomplete without brother.